The industrial LED light's casted across the inside of "H-Complex" (Hakan complex) The inside of the building seemed nothing less than spacious yet suffocating in a way that one cannot explain. CCTV camera's were installed in every corner of the blue tinted walls as Guards and stewards responsible for maintenance of the complex moved in a quick manner. Even admits the holiday. Even with the cold night.
The H-complex was one of the most secretive landmarks of the Hakan family--as only the family and it's most trusted employees with gaining permission could acquire the files for review.
The workers wore the same employee attire Murat wore. His blood shot eyes caught the attention of few workers who were there as he stripped his gaze away. Only following the Guard to his front. The sound of frail, breathless coughs and haze of Turkish & Italian filled the air as the blonds hair turned a dull shade of silver when they entered another place. Murat's brows furrowed, he saw piles of computers. Among that pile-he could make out the greenish gold rams. They were casted away as if they were waste. There were also lots of other tech-junk--making him realize that he was in the said, "Tecnopoli"
Mert had mentioned this place to him. Now he was here. Trudge* Trudge* the sound of his own footsteps made his heart slightly question his motive. He gazed at the eyes of the workers who watched him go. How their eyes narrowed with every move of his.
"Sight-seeing much?" the guard to his front asked. Murat snapped his eyes to him, his breath caught then, No... a murmur.
The guard raised his brows, "No, he says"... Well, Murat... what did you do to scare off that guy so much so that he left you with me?" the older guards voice came out, low, hoarse.
Murat rubbed the back of his neck, "Not sure... sir, I am just hear to fulfill Mr. Hakan's order"
Hmm... the chocolate haired man nods* His hazel eyes rakes up over the metallic, automated doors of the "Lynxar Cubiculum-1" or Lynx-1. The confidants room, they say.
Murat's eyes too flickered to it--the sound of the boots against the epoxy-floors faded away as both reached the front.
The senior guard swiped his ID inside the placeholder--then the valve opened with a long beep.
The two men walked in--As soon as the door went back to being closed. The older guard pulled out a silencer, cocking it, he pressed it firmly to the protruding vein of his temple.
Murat's breath heaved, his eyes were on the guard to his front. He was flabbergasted at how he seemingly changed his demeanor. Perhaps he was always like that. He just hadn't noticed.
Murat's face went pale, his eyes widened. Now looking at the man in front of him, he made a terrible mistake by trusting Mert and the worst part? he knew it...
The senior guard's lips were in a thin line, "Who. are. you?."... he asks in a dangerously low tone. "For whom do you work?"
I was I am an... employ-Cut the crap... we know you don't work here. He then takes out the ID that he gave to the previous guard.
Murat's eyes widened as the brown-haired man dropped the obsolete card to the ground--then followed by his polished boots. He crushed it. The sound of the awful crunch filled the air as Murat's eyes darkened.
Try to scream but now one will even hear your breath as this door and all the other doors in the complex are soundproof.
(Sik...Mert) his voice clenched around the very name who send him upon this mission. Sik...O... he said repeatedly. Which caught the guards attention.
"Mert?" he nods* Mert... him, "he sent me"... The older guards fingers loosened against the firearm as he gazed at Murat with an unconvinced look.
He knew who Mert was... in fact...
"Why should I trust you?" he trails the gun back to his temple then to his chest as he without breaking his eye contact asks the question.
You know him? He nods, "Oh I know... I know him alright"... the man's eyes fluttered to the ground then up. "That bastard is my boss"...
Murat flinched at his words: "I killed one of his men years ago... shot them down and shred him to pieces"... he was a young one... really keen in the eyes too...
The guard shakes his head, "Such a shame"...
Murat's breath failed as he saw him rub his fingers against the trigger, he knew with just one wrong move... the psycho could kill him.
So...you work for him?
Who are you? Murat bit back, his breath hot against the guards face. The older guard let out a breathless wheeze, Ha...ha, who am I? he murmurs.
He then walks to his right--where Murat follows him, his brows held a frown as he let his eyes fall on the hundreds, if not thousands of these...grey storage lockers.
He raked his gaze over top to bottom: "Name's Baran Yilmaz" Murat's eyes widened, he was the same man Mert had told him about. That shame...of a man...
"Kill that good for nothing degenerate"... Mert's voice sizzled with rage as he gazed at Murat's eyes. Burning through him.
Murat nods, yet... "Of course... as you wish it will be done" he says, pressing his hands together, "Though... I do wonder"...
He watches the hazel-eyed man rub his temple. "What... exactly is that he done?"
Mert ran a hand through his hair, letting out a deep sigh, "He screwed a kid... kids, is that enough for you?"
Murat's lips parted, a dry breath came out of his mouth as he stared at Mert. His eyes went to the floor as the image of his own sister played out on his mind.
He nodded, his jaw ever so slightly clenching, "Don't you even worry about the rest"... Mert watched him for a second--then he got up, he strode to a table. From on of the cupboards, he took out..
-a revolver... Mert's hands wrapped around the edge of the handle as he inched in closer to Murat. His amber gaze swept over him as he pressed the gun, sideways, against his chest.
"I know you can do this"... he patted at his chest with it. Murat nods in a rigid manner.
Now gazing on to him, a sort of rage coursed through his body. So... it is you? he asks with an unsettling voice. Baran, without looking, nods* His voice, raspy as his hands moved in a practiced manner.
You are looking for file, 216? he asks. Murat's eyes were though fixed on the weapon he clenched as he then slid it out to his vision. The cold, metallic haze of the weapon clouded his mind as he raised it with trembling hands to the back of the man.
Murat? I'm asking you? wait... he pauses, why are you not--his head turns as he was then met with the deafening shots and the fierce eyes of Murat.
With a frail breath, Baran fell to the floor with a thud. His fingers twitching from the impact as Murat gazed at down at him lay on the pool of his own blood.
His chests heaved, the weight of the gun...? gone. He lets out small breaths and in that instant, his knees faltered--Murat slumped to the ground. Clutching at his head, at the magnitude of his situation.
--What have I done...?
To be continued>>>>>>>>>>